It is equally wrong to speed a guest who does not want to go, and to keep one back who is eager. You ought to make welcome the present guest, and send forth the one who wishes to go.

And overpowered by memory Both men gave way to grief. Priam wept freely For man - killing Hector, throbbing, crouching Before Achilles' feet as Achilles wept himself, Now for his father, now for Patroclus once again And their sobbing rose and fell throughout the house.

Beauty! Terrible Beauty! A deathless Goddess-- so she strikes our eyes!

Be both a speaker of words and a doer of deeds.

The generation of mankind is like the generation of leaves. The wind scatters the leaves on the ground, but the living tree burgeons with leaves again in the spring.

For rarely are sons similar to their fathers: most are worse, and a few are better than their fathers.

We are quick to flare up, we races of men on the earth.